Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.